Fu An'an walked inside carrying the wooden ladder in a slightly relaxed mood, and the closer he got to the container, a foul smell lingered on the tip of his nose.

Fu An'an sniffled, thinking that the air on the ship would be better. She grabbed a face towel to cover her nose and continued walking in the direction she had chosen.

Outside the hut, Fu Yizhi opened the door and looked at the person at the door with a cold gaze.

"First, sir."

Sun Caiyan saw Fu An'an leaving, and deliberately guarded at the door, looking at Fu Yizhi with a sense of temptation and flattery.

It doesn't matter if Fu Anan doesn't want her, the man in front of him is handsome and good, and the most important thing is that he still has a gun! After only one glance, Sun Caiyan took him as the goal in his heart.

"Sir, can you take me in?" Sun Caiyan showed the most weak and coquettish side, and looked at Fu Yizhi pitifully, "My companion and I have some misunderstandings, and now I am alone, and it is dark and terrible outside." ”

Fu Yizhi didn't respond at all, so he treated her as air.

Sun Caiyan bit her lip, folded her hands and begged Fu Yizhi, "Sir, I don't know how long it will take for the freighter to dock, and I can't do it alone." Please help me. ”

"Get out."

The door slammed shut.

Being driven away like air, Sun Caiyan bit his lower lip and glanced at the door angrily, and walked away with resentment.

On the other side, Fu Anan carried the wooden ladder and continued to walk towards the container.

However, the closer you get to the center of the container, the stench gets stronger, especially similar to the smell of rotting corpses in the cabin below.

Fu An'an's pace slowed down......

The containers were stacked extremely high, and Fu Anan stood at the bottom, looking at the dark red containers next to him.

The foot of the container has rusted, and the rust water has gathered around it to further rot on the outside of the container, and the number on it is also very vague and difficult to see the original appearance. Fu Anan was about to walk away, when he suddenly found a hole in the corner of a container that seemed to be really broken, and something seemed to be shaking inside.

Curiosity made her crouch down, slowly leaning closer to see what it was.

Sting.

A pale finger protruded from the hole, the tip of which was still painted with bright red nail polish. The fingers were stiff and twisted in the air, and the sharp edges scraped out the flesh, and the black blood slowly oozes out.

Fu Anan took out the kitchen knife and gently flicked the finger.

Suddenly, there was a violent crashing sound in this section of the container.

The sound was like a drop of water falling into hot oil, causing a huge reaction. The contents of the dozens of containers around me couldn't bear the loneliness, the unique roar of zombies, the sound of crashing, the sound of nails and teeth scraping the iron sheet of the container......

These sounds around Fu An'an made people's scalps tingle.

I rub!

Fu Anan threw down the wooden ladder and ran back quickly.

"Master Fu is not good, the containers in Area B are all zombies!"

Fu Anan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and closed the doors and windows of the hut tightly.

Fu Yizhi was not surprised when he heard this, his expression was flat, "Not only in Area B, but in the containers in the four major areas, seventy percent of the containers are filled with zombies. ”

A day earlier than Fu An'an, Fu Yizhi had already surveyed the entire deck.

Seventy percent!

Now it was Fu An'an's turn to collapse.

At the beginning, I thought it was safer on the deck, so I risked my death, and now I went directly into the zombie den.

Fu Anan sat down on the ground weakly and silently touched a handful of tears, "This ghost game is really disgusting. Don't talk about anything until people step on thunder, seven-story containers, how many zombies do you have. ”

Fu Yizhi: "About 20,000." ”

"How do you know? Have you counted? ”